As I age, I can tell that I am losing a lot of the strength that I used to have. That especially becomes evident now that Kona’s bad hips are getting worse, and she is having a very difficult time getting around. I now have to carry her a lot. Most of the time it is just carrying her from room to room, but of course, several times a day I need to carry her outside.
It is sad to see her hobble around, once I put her down, but usually, she is quick to do her business outside and then she sits down and looks over at me, giving me the signal to come, pick her up, and pack her back inside.
It is always surprising how her instincts take over if she catches a scent or sees a movement outside. She immediately barks and takes off “running”, forgetting all about her disabilities. However, she soon stops when pain begins to kick in, and she sits down and looks back at me, to come, pick her up, and carry her back to the house.
It would be a lot easier on me if Kona was one of those small dogs.
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